Engaged Among the Rockhoppers

Staying in a tiny cabin—really just a shipping container perched on a windswept cliff—on the east coast of the Falkland Islands was one of the most special experiences of our lives. Just 15 metres from our door was a bustling rockhopper penguin colony, our only neighbors for miles. There wasn’t another soul in sight, just rolling waves, wide skies, and the constant chatter of penguins.

Each evening, we’d watch the parents return from the sea, bellies full and ready to feed their chicks. As soon as they arrived, the chicks would erupt with excitement—bouncing, chirping, and fluttering their tiny flipper wings in anticipation. It was pure joy, watching their awkward, wobbly dances on the cliff’s edge.

It became more than just a wildlife experience. It became personal. We got engaged right there, next to the colony, with the wind in our hair and penguins all around. The raw beauty and quiet isolation made it the perfect place—wild, remote, and unforgettable.

To have that moment, that place, all to ourselves... it felt like the edge of the world, and exactly where we were meant to be. A private colony, and a memory we’ll never forget.